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Imagine

by Abigail Gronway

If we were not by hands unseen
Unshackled from temerity
Imagine how things might have been
How different our reality.

Unshackled from temerity
Sweet friendship now achievable
How different our reality
Such love yet inconceivable.

Sweet friendship now achievable
Far deeper, richer, mystical
Such love yet inconceivable
Surpassing all things temporal.

Far deeper, richer, mystical
Oh, to subdue the hankering
Surpassing all things temporal
Two souls to one Rock anchoring

Oh, to subdue the hankering
If we were not by hands unseen
Two souls to one Rock anchoring
Imagine how things might have been.

 

Pantoum from Dark Side of the Moon
© 2017 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Posted on September 4, 2017 at 6:04 AM in Linda Luna, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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4 Comments to “Imagine”

    
  1. Mr. Militant Negro
    September 4, 2017 at 6:05 AM

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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